The Wreckage Of Stars - I Built

The Worst Readers Are Those Who Behave Like Plundering Troops: They Take Away A Few Things They Can Use, Dirty And Confound The Remainder, And Revile The Whole.

This Is The Hardest Of All: To Close The Open Hand Out Of Love, And Keep Modest As A Giver.

Life Without Music Is Only Error, Exhaustion, Exile... Indeed, There Is Nothing That Concerns Me More Than The Fate Of Music.

A Nation That Still Believes In Itself Holds Fast To Its Own God.

Has There Ever Been Anything Filthier On Earth Than The Saints In The Wilderness? Around Them Was Not Only The Devil Loose Around Them- But Also The Swine.